2 Sen. My moft honourable lord, I am e'en fick of fhame, that, when your lordship this other day fent to me; I was fo unfortunate a beggar.

Tim. Think not on't, fir.

2 Sen.. If you had fent but two hours before,——— Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come, bring in all together.

2 Sen. All cover'd dishes

I Sen. Royal cheer, I warrant you.

3 Sen. Doubt not that, if money, and the feafon can yield it.

I Sen. How do you? what's the news?

3

Sen. Alcibiades is banish'd: hear you of it? Both. Alcibiades banith d!

3

Sen. 'Tis fo, be sure of it.

I Sen. How? how?

2 Sen. I pray you, upon what?

Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near? 3 Sen. I'll tell you more anon.

toward.

2 Sen. This is the old man ftill.

3 Sen. Will't hold? will't hold ?

Here's a noble feaft

2 Sen. It does: but time will-and fo

3 Sen. I do conceive.

Tim. Each man to his ftool, with that fpur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet fhall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat. cool ere we can agree upon the first place: Sit, fit. The gods require our thanks.

You great benefactors, Sprinkle our fociety with thankfulnefs. For your own gifts, make yourfelves prais'd: but referve ftill to give, left your deities be defpifed. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another: for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forfake the gods. Make the meat be beloved, more than the man that gives it. Let no affembly of twenty be without a fcore of villains: If there fit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be as they are. The rest of your fees, O gods,-the fenators of Athens, together with the common lag of people,-what is a

miss

For

mifs in them, you gods, make fuitable for destruction. these my present friends, as they are to me nothing, fo in nothing blefs them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover, dogs, and lap.

The dishes uncovered are full of warm water.

Some fpeak. What does his lordship mean?"
Some other. I know not.

Tim. May you a better feat never behold,

You knot of mouth-friends! fmoke, and luke-warm

water

Is your perfection. This is Timon's laft;
Who firuck and fpangled you with flatteries,
Wafhes it off, and sprinkles in your faces

[Throwing Water in their Faces,
Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long,
Moft fmilling, fmooth, detefted parafites,
Courteous deftroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
Cap and knee flaves, vapours, and minute jacks!
Of man, and beaft, the infinite malady
Cruft you quite o'er !-What, doft thou go?
Soft, take thy phyfick firft,-thou too,—and thou ;
[Throws the Dishes at them,

Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feaft,
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.

Burn, house; fink, Athens! henceforth hated be

Of Timon, man, and all humanity?

Re-enter the Senators,

1 Sen. How now, my lords?

[Exit,

2 Sen. Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury? 3 Sen. Pih! did you fee my cap?

4 Sen. I have loft my gown..

Sen. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour, fways him. He gave me a jewel the other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat:-Did you fee my jewel? 2 Sen. Did you fee my cap?

3 Sen. Here 'tis.

4

Sen. Here lies my gown. 1 Sen. Let's make no stay.

2 Sen. Lord Timon's mad,

3 Sen. I feel't upon my bones.

4 Sen. One day he gives us diamonds, next day ftones.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Without the walls of Athens.

LET

Enter TIMON.

Timon.

ET me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdleft in thofe wolves! Dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent;
Obedience fail in children! flaves, and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled fenate from the bench,
And minifter in their fteads! to general filths
Convert o'the inftant, green virginity!

Do't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold faft;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trufters' throats! bound fervants, fteel;
Large-handed robbers your grave mafters are,
And pill by law! maid, to thy mafter's bed,
Thy miftrefs is o'the brothel ! fon of fixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping fire,
With it beat out his brains! piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, juftice, truth,
Domestick awe, night-reft, and neighbourhood,
Inftruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, obferyances, cuftoms, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And yet confufion live!-Plagues, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for ftroke! thou cold fciatica,
Cripple our fenators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners! luft and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth;
That 'gainst the ftream of virtue they may strive,

And

And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bofoms; and their crop
Be general. leprofy! breath infect breath;
That their fociety, as their friendship, may
Be merely poifon! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou deteftable town!

Take thou that too, with multiplying banns!
Timon will to the woods; where he fhall find
The unkindeft beaft more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, you good gods all)
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high, and low !
Amen.

SCENE II. TIMON'S Houfe.

[Exit.

Enter FLAVIUS, with two or three Servants..

1 Serv. Hear you, mafter fteward, where is our master? Are we undone? caft off? nothing remaining ?

Flav, Alack, my fellows, what fhould I fay to you? Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,

I am as poor as you.

I Serv. Such a houfe broke!

So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not
One friend, to take his fortune by the arm,
And go along with him!

2 Serv. As we do turn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave,
So his familiars from his buried fortunes

Slink all away; leave their falfe vows with him,
Like empty purfes pick'd: and his poor felf,
A dedicated beggar to the air,

With his disease of all-fhunn'd poverty,

Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.

Enter other Servants.

Flav. All broken implements of a ruin'd house.

3. Serv.

3 Serv. Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery,
That fee I by our faces; we are fellows ftill,
Serving alike in forrow: Leak'd is our bark;
And we, poor mates, stand on the dying deck,
Hearing the furges threat: we must all part
Into this fea of air.

Flav. Good fellows all,

The latest of my wealth I'll fhare amongst you.
Wherever we shall meet, for Timon's fake,
Let's yet be fellows; let's fhake our heads, and fay,
As 'twere a knell unto our mafter's fortunes,
We have feen better days. Let each take fome;

[Giving them money. Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more : Thus part we rich in forrow, parting poor.

[Exeunt Servants.
O, the fierce wretchednefs that glory brings us!
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to mifery and contempt ?
Who'd be fo mock'd with glory? or to live
But in a dream of friendship?

To have his pomp, and all what ftate compounds,
But only painted, like his varnish'd friends?
Poor honeft lord, brought low by his own heart;
Undone by goodness! Strange, unufual blood,
When man's worft fin is, he does too much good!
Who then dares to be half so kind again ?
For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men.
My deareft lord,-bleft, to be most accurs'd,
Rich, only to be wretched; thy great fortunes
Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind lord!
He's flung in rage from this ungrateful feat
Of monstrous friends: nor has he with him to
Supply his life, or that which can command it.
I'll follow, and inquire him out:

I'll ever ferve his mind with my best will;
Whilft I have gold, I'll be his fteward ftill.

[Exit.

SCENE